Everyday Slough

ChainsawPenguin

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One so tired with one beside,
And waiting for the sleep betide.
The end of this long path draws near.
And he, with nothing left to fear,
Leaves behind this day so long,
Returning to the place that he belongs.
Carrying this burden, all this weight,
Inconvenient but necessary. There is no debate.
Having been so long below,
He trudges through that dark slough,
Once on the other side to rest and stay,
He readies himself to fight another day.

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“To Each His Own”

ChainsawPenguin

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I care not for your subtle whinings,
While after me your gods are pining.
Wishing me to turn and worship,
Their cultish ways, their blackened, cursed ship,
Slowing sinking into mire,
All the while, they expire.
From my lack of complete devotion.
Which I am all too glad to withhold from.
And as they writhe,  and wither, and die,
No regrets I feel as I,
Turn from them,  and turn to follow,
The one true God, the truth I swallow.
There is a truth for every soul.
“To each his own” is not our home.

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Paying the piper

After four and a half years in the military
being in strange places and a bit scary

Now….I´m paying the piper
with my back that looks each day drunker
when before it was the striker

Now is pain
with nothing to gain

No crying though
I did volunteered to kill a Talibani hoe

At age thirty two
I feel I have the body of an eighty two
so…..booooo!!

Just paying the piper now
so fuck it
Got to own the how
and yell yeeehaaa ! …. wow

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Over-Seasoned.

Americana Injustica

I fancy myself,
a skilled juggler,
in spite of,
a few missing fingers,
against the obvious fact,
that this circus act,
totally and completely lacks,
any balanced composure;
I consider myself,
as apparitional,
a limbo’d spirit,
in defiant refusal,
against a calling to home,
I fought the urge to return,
to the warmth of the womb,
like I was exceptional;
I call myself,
an over-seasoned,
veteran,
when I tell,
of where I’ve been,
violations,
dissolved into,
every stitch made,
into this skin.

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Hum In The Air.

Americana Injustica

Traveling swiftly,
along in between,
the shuffling feet,
dropping and lifting,
to static frequencies,
over the threshold,
off of the streets,
into the bustling,
and humming,
of a million machines,
fostering,
the very needs,
of broken human beings…
over the sounds,
of the technology,
tubes and dressings,
Hallmark blessings,
I hear her breathing,
ever-steadily,
in the darkness,
over the chorus,
of the ticks, clacks,
hisses and beeps,
she breathes her way,
through the night,
thankfully,
to see another day,
that she’d preferably,
rather not even see,
which is sadly telling,
told by the many injuries,
outside and within,
the broken bones and skin,
all of the gods damned,
technologies and,
cures known to man,
won’t change anything,
the hand,
she’s been given,
the Hell,
that she must live in…
this was once my baby,
and she will,
always be,
worth so much more,
than what she perceives,
as reality,
no…

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House of War

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One rule,
never lie to me
you fool
I´m result oriented organisation
that is my creation
since once I go forward
I don´t back down so you will get deathly rewarded
you will enter into my domain
you will fill the shame
Rules,
don´t lie, don´t steel, don´t murder
these are basic rules that every man of every faith
should embrace
if not you will be
entering…..my House of War

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses

I Can’t be Your Muse.

Mocking Bird Down

Darling, my darling distraction.
Will I regret this infraction?
Will you hold my lies above
my unrepentant face?

Darling, my darling diversion.
Do you linger for my perversion?
Why do you stay when your love
and your name I misplace?

Darling, my darling weakling.
Be quiet when I am speaking.
I need you to leave now, please.
My beauty to you, you have debased.

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Thrown.

Americana Injustica

The thoughts,
are the same,
as what they’ve,
always been…
the uneasiness,
steady lingers,
in each pore of,
my crawling skin…
the hatred,
still grows,
to spill blood,
from my nose…
forced perceptions,
well imposed,
self-deception,
in overload…
the plan,
now unfolds,
adding more heat,
to the coals…
the signs,
have been here,
in a language,
crystal clear…
the nights,
have been darker,
and absent of fear…
the truth,
shall appear,
the lies too,
have no fear…
the curtain,
has now closed,
the padlock’s,
been thrown…
the desire,
has left me,
in darkness,
and, alone.

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